That’s what I love…
I love that you never listen to a word I say!
Yet you hear what I dare not speak.
You sense the angst, the pain;
and kissing away the tears –
you make it sunny again.
D’you know what I hate about you?
I hate that you never fight!
You ignore the sulk, the pout;
You pre-empt, you feint, you dodge.
and then you out-cuddle my frustration.
This year is our 33rd together,
and I think you’re well aware how muddled
I am, and yet how clear:
I wouldn’t change my place for anything in the world.